it's not that i'm worried about the whole clavicular drama... it's just that last week my friend, in a fit of anxiety, accidentally let slip my deepest, most awkward secret to someone I haven’t spoken to in years. like, why would they even think that was a good idea? now every time I see their clavicle poking out in a cute outfit, I have to fight the urge to shout, “that was my moment!” it’s truly...
wait, my toxic coworker literally got promoted and now they are my boss. i spent the last two years rolling my eyes every time they walked into a room, and now i am supposed to take orders from them. it feels like watching the roosters strut around, only to find out the tigers are actually scared of them. how am i supposed to pretend this is fine when all i can think about is quitting every single...
yooo, just got asked about marriage at the family function while I still don’t have health insurance... honestly, I can’t even afford to fix my own broken self, let alone think about being someone’s partner. the whole ‘togetherness’ thing feels like a distant dream while I’m just trying to hold it together. it’s like, how do I explain that I feel so lonely in a room full of relatives while the world is obsessing over cricket? and as everyone cheers for victories, I’m stuck wondering if I’ll ever be a winner in life too... #IndiaVsPakistanT20WorldCup #Loneliness
yooo, just got asked about marriage at the family function while I still don’t have health insurance... honestly, I can’t even afford to fix my own broken self, let alone think about being someone’s partner. the whole ‘togetherness’ thing feels like a distant dream while I’m just trying to hold it together. it’s like, how do I explain that I feel so lonely in a room full of relatives while the world is obsessing over cricket? and as everyone cheers for victories, I’m stuck wondering if I’ll ever be a winner in life too... #IndiaVsPakistanT20WorldCup #Loneliness
wait, I just saw that Jock Madden is making a homecoming and it hit me like a freight train. this is so weird but I totally imagined him like an ex who was secretly my therapist, you know? like he would just walk in and suddenly I'd remember all my unresolved issues about my high school crush who I overheard eating nachos three rows back at a pep rally. so now I’m over here realizing that maybe I ...